In the shifting sandcastles of time, we etch our dreams under a fading sun. Twilight clarity evokes a laugh, a resigned acceptance of battles fought under the neon glow of our screen-sparred consciousness.
What is life but a series of `if only` footnotes, scribbled hastily in the margins of our expansive doom-scrolls? Under the rebellious rubrics of freedom, each sunset shuffles like tired corporate minions seeking the ultimate unpaid overtime in moonlit realms.